Nobody wanted to be there on that bloody field
the stench of death making them retch and vomit
thousands dying and mutilated lay on the grass
for a few seconds this endless slaughter stops
the once open countryside had now turned red
standing on their fellow warriors still and dead!
Two ruthless opposing armies fighting a mortal battle
at close quarter facing their enemy feeling his breath
no escaping the gut wrenching violent cutting thrusts
watching them falling at their own sodden feet
lunging with dripping swords for that one final blow
the horror of that final killing seemed so slow!
Endless flying arrows raining upon those fighting
as the carnage and senseless barbarism raged on
thoughts to save their own existence not be a hero
in the mayhem unsure of who is friend or foe
tired fearful wanting to escape this scene of despair
night falls the ground cleared grief fills the air!
In modern times the mentality has not changed
still the hatred that killing barbaric streak
the fight for a cause that gets lost in the carnage
instigators of conflicts staying at a safe distance
from the bloody fatalities of their planned strategy
for the families a never ending tragedy!
No more facing the enemy fighting close quarter
weapons of incredible merciless destruction
at long-range feelings erased no longer a person
just another target that has to be obliterated
millions driven from their hereditary homeland
becoming a desperate and nomadic band!
Instead of decreasing this madness goes on
that pungent smell of death forever strong!
The Foureyed Poet.